Back where I grew up, the coming of spring was a big deal. It wasn’t just the change in the weather. True, we hadn’t seen bare ground for several months, and what snow hadn’t melted yet was brown and sooty. But once the days turned warm, life took on a different look. People began to work up their garden plots. Kids began to play more outdoors. Everybody seemed happier. But the big ritual when spring arrived did not generally cause happiness. It meant work. That was the annual spring cleaning. I don’t know why we had to do it. I …
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